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“Ladies and gentlemen, can I please have your attention? I’ve just been handed an urgent and horrifying news story! I need all of you to stop what you’re doing and listen!”

There was a tense silence.

“CANNONBALL!” Ram Steed roared as he charged down the length of the diving board and threw himself bodily into the air, his upward momentum suspending him for but a moment before gravity took its hold and plunged him down into the pool below with a mighty splash.

At once, many of the other partygoers around him cheered and leapt in themselves, soon coating the surface of the pool in whitewash.

The dissolution of the Institute of War would undoubtedly have many far-reaching and dire consequences for much of the continent, but chief among them was one that the former employees there now found themselves without a cause in life. Summoners found new clients quickly due to being experienced with one of the most demanding magical tasks of them all, but former champions and non-magic users were somewhat less lucky.

Of course, for many regardless the removal of the League now meant an unprecedented degree of freedom for its former workers, and some of those had disliked the idea of a supreme authority on Valoran in the first place. Hence, the wild party currently being thrown in an upper class mansion backyard in central Demacia. Chief among the goers was Ram Steed of the Journal of Justice fame, much of the upper military leadership – including Garen Crownguard – many of its champions – Quinn, Shyvana, Sona, Fiora, Galio (how had they convinced him to come, anyway?) – and a few unaffiliated champions simply looking for time to waste. Who would turn down free beer and expensive Demacian wines, anyway?

And Luxanna Crownguard. Oh, Luxanna Crownguard.

Dressed in a blue one-piece swimsuit that put little emphasis on her modest body, the youngest child of the royal guard family sighed as she stared down at the swirls created by her wine as she made circles in the air with it. She’d tried a sip earlier after it was pressed upon her by a waitress but had instantly made a face and decided she didn’t like it. The last thing she needed was to spill her darkest secrets to some unpleasant suitor after getting herself inebriated. Though the thought of getting her mind off this other topic was really tempting…

She leaned back on the bench, deciding the stars above were a more interesting view. She hadn’t exactly wanted to come to the festivities but her position as a child of the Crownguard family often demanded her presence at places she would much rather avoid. It wasn’t necessarily the excessive drinking that put her off, or even the incredibly chauvinistic atmosphere that saturated the place. No, it was something decidedly a little more… primal than that…

A pair of large mounds suddenly obstructed her view of the night sky.

Lux’s brow furrowed and she sat up to glare at the intruder standing over her. “Do you mind?”

Clad in a tight and very revealing red two-piece bikini that barely held her assets in check and caused the blonde’s skin to tinge a faintly visible scarlet shade, Ahri gave an innocent smile, her ears twitching a little. “Oh, I’m so sorry, Lux. Dreadfully.”

“Yeah, right.” Her gazing interrupted, she returned to watching the patterns made by her drink as she swirled it. “Don’t you have some men to be seducing right now, Ahri?”

“Tugging their heartstrings gets a little boring after a while, dearie,” was the mild response from the fox girl. “But what about you, Luxxie Wuxxie? Why are you sitting here all alone away from the party?”

“Bored. Wanted some time away from the action.”

“But you’ve been sitting here since the start,” Ahri said smugly. “I know a lie when I see it.”

Lux sighed. “Go away, Ahri. I don’t feel like talking to you.”

To her irritation, the fox-human hybrid made no attempt to do so, instead walking around and sitting down next to her. She gently stroked her tails along the Crownguard’s back and gave her a reassuring smile. “You can trust me, Lux. Tell me what’s bothering you.”

“No,” Lux said coolly.

Ahri pouted and tilted her head in a mocking manner. “Alright then. I can play your game if you’d like.” She held up her index finger and smiled. “You are totally fine with those stuffy formal balls that Demacia always seems to hold on special occasions, so I don’t think your problem is socializing.” Her middle finger went up. “You almost always wear full clothing that disguises your figure when in public.” Her ring finger rose. “You have publically expressed contempt for certain other female champions in the League for dressing in provocative manners, including yours truly once or twice.” Her smile widened as she raised her pinky finger, bringing her number of points to four. “And finally, you’re always extremely uncomfortable talking to me. Normally that would be fine, since there’s lots of people who don’t trust me, but then I see you showing that same hesitation to Sona of all people…”

Lux’s expression had morphed from annoyance to horror in one smooth motion as she spoke.

Ahri winked. “It’s about these, isn’t it?” she said teasingly, cupping her large breasts in her hands and lifting them for emphasis.

Instantly, the youngest Crownguard member averted her gaze, focusing frantically on the grass on the lawn instead.

The fox girl gave a tinkling laugh. “Oh, Lux,” she soothed. “It’s not all about appearances, shouldn’t you know that?”

Having her darkest secret be effortlessly figured out within the course of a single paragraph, Lux sniffed disdainfully. “Easy for you to say. Seemed like every woman in the League was far more endowed than I was. How can I not feel inadequate sometimes?”

Ahri smirked. “Truthfully, I might have shared your sentiments once. That is, until I discovered that I had a very unique power…”

Lux considered her words, then frowned as she considered them again. “What?”

The fox girl sighed dramatically as she stood. “But alas, you want me to leave. I guess I should do as you ask and walk away now…”

“W-wait…”

But it was too late. Ahri was already sauntering away towards the mansion, putting extra care into sashaying her wide hips from side to side as much as it looked natural. Lux stared unabashed at the young woman’s generous curves, admiring the way they formed a gentle hourglass shape. Underneath her arms, the undulation of her upper body caused her breasts to slowly swing in and out of view from behind, making no secret of their size.

It took Lux several seconds to realise Ahri had turned her head back to look at her. Meeting her desperate blue eyes, the fox girl gave an enticing wink and indicated her to follow with a single dainty finger before turning back and continuing on her walk, disappearing inside shortly later.

Lux threw her glass to the ground, leapt up out of her seat, and charged after her.

Bursting into the luxurious back hall, she spotted the familiar white fluffy tails dart out of view from one of the second storey doorways. Charging up the stairs four steps at a time and ignoring the surprised shouts from the people she nearly toppled on the way down, Lux practically threw herself through the doorway into another hall. There, again – the tails whisked out of view far down at the other end, urging her onwards still. Red-faced and breathing hard, the blonde continued onwards around the corner to see once again the shocks of white fur dash into one of the bedrooms lining the corridor. Without thinking, the Crownguard rushed to it, shoved it open and stepped inside.

She was understandably startled when something crashed onto her from above, followed by a pair of arms wrapping themselves around her neck, snapping her around as she fell to land on her back and glimpse a hungry-looking Ahri standing on top of her.

“What did you mean by a unique power?” she asked immediately.

Ahri reached back and shut the door behind her, the grin never leaving her face.

“Wouldn’t you just love to know, Luxanna Crownguard?”

“Yes,” she breathed. “Yes, I would.”

“Get on the bed,” Ahri ordered.

Pushing the foxy girl off just enough to get out and scramble onto the soft mattress, Lux didn’t resist as Ahri pushed her down into a lying position, once again straddling her body with the most predatory of gleams in her eyes.

“You enjoy the look of my body, Lux,” Ahri said. At the blonde’s hesitant nod, she continued, “but it wasn’t luck that gave it to me.”

“What do you mean?”
The young woman ran a hand up her sides, displaying her curves. “You see these?” she asked, moving to squish her breasts together in their tight red bikini. “I can inflate them to bigger sizes and shapes at will. With a thought, I could become the bustiest women on the continent.”

Lux didn’t bother to close her jaw. “How…?”

“Who knows?” Ahri asked rhetorically. “I have no problem with it. It makes seducing men – and women – so much easier.” She leaned down closer, reducing the distance between their faces to but a mere inch or two. “Would you like to see?” she whispered huskily.

The blonde nodded frantically, words being too slow to express her excitement.

She straightened and looked skyward as her expression relaxed. “Observe.”

And with just the faintest of breaths, Ahri’s fantastic breasts began to grow.

They was subtle but unmistakable in their progress. Her supple endowments pushed outwards into the air in front of her, slowly filling the girl’s hands as she held them there to receive them. The thin fabric of her bikini, already somewhat taxed to contain her, slowly began to press inwards, forming slight indentations where they met her skin and could not stretch further to contain the growing chest meat. In spite of their large size and the bikini offering no support of its own, they remained incredibly perky, sagging little even as their volume and mass continued to increase. Ahri’s breathing quickened, and so did the growth of her breasts as their rate of growth almost doubled from subtle to significant in an instant.

Now approaching the size of large grapefruits and still growing, Ahri took her eyes off the ceiling to smile down at Lux, her breasts coming close to obscuring eye contact between the two. “Are you impressed, Crownguard? Do my breasts enthral you?”

Lux remained silent, too enamoured to speak. Smiling wider, Ahri took one hand off her swelling meat to grab the girl’s wrist and place her hand on one boob for her. The blonde started at the sudden contact, but slowly sunk into it, stroking the plump mammaries herself, admiring the way they pushed against her palms.

Ahri shivered and shut her eyes in bliss. “Yes. That’s it. Give me your adoration. I want it.”

Below her, Lux murmured something.

The fox girl opened her eyes again and glanced down, raising a brow. “Hmm? Did you say something?”

She murmured something again.

Smiling as if conversing with a toddler, Ahri leaned down, intentionally pressing her breasts against the blonde’s much smaller endowments. “Speak up, dear.”

“I said…” Lux gave her an emotionless stare. “… do it to me too.”

The fox girl had almost forgotten she would likely say that at one point. It was a shame it had to come so early, she’d just barely started her fun. “You want these too, do you?” she teased.

“Yes,” was the immediate reply.

Ahri almost felt sorry for her. “Oh, I don’t know, Luxanna, I don’t think you could have them after all…”

“I know a place where we can restore any mana you need,” the Crownguard said seriously. “I’ll pay whatever monetary price you set. My family is rich and influential. I can acquire any product I need from the merchants of the city. Anything you want, I can give you.”

“That isn’t what I meant, honey.” The gumiho pulled up a bit and propped her massive boobs up in a playful manner as their growth stopped. “My power is unique to me. I can’t use it on you to begin with. Only myself.”

The flash of betrayal that warped Lux’s face right then and there would normally have brought an equally strong flash of guilt to Ahri’s heart, but the fox girl had been drinking quite considerably for the past two hours.

Lux’s face slowly constricted into one of anger. “Then what good are you, then?” she snapped. She shoved the older girl off her, ignoring her yelp of surprise, and made for the door.

“Just look at them one more time, Lux?” Ahri called frantically as her hand closed around the doorknob. “It’ll be the last time you see them this big.”

That made her freeze. Lux shut her eyes, imagining the large pendulous breasts standing proudly at attention on Ahri’s chest, her bikini threatening to burst right off with the strain as they clenched tightly around the swelling orbs that remained as stubbornly immune to gravity as they were massive.

Just one last time, she thought sadly. So, she turned around.

It was a mistake.

Lux felt the same stab of betrayal run through her again as she met Ahri’s now-pink gaze, feeling her body suddenly lock up beneath her as the gumiho’s charm magic did its work and brought her under her total control. “No!”

“That’s what they all say,” Ahri said smugly, her eyes returning to their natural gold colour. “I’m not done with you yet, Crownguard.” She adjusted herself into a sitting position on the bed. “Come here and sit down.”

In spite of her resistance, Luxanna could only helplessly watch as her legs autonomously went through the motions and awkwardly waddled her to the bed, where her arms took action and made her clamber on to sit with her knees almost touching Ahri. The gumiho winked at the mixture of anger and disgust visible on the blonde’s face.

“Now,” she said, “pull your suit down. I want to see your tits too.”

The sheer shock that ran through the light mage’s body was enough to match that of the charm’s magic and stun her in place, but only for a moment. Lux’s expression was that of horror as her hands slowly lifted to the straps on her shoulders, slipping them off without any semblance of fanfare and following with pulling the whole top of her swimsuit down, exposing her own far smaller breasts to the air.

Ahri giggled and reached forward to knead Lux’s boobs a little. “You know, Lux, you’re not really that small, you know? Definitely no flattie.”

Lux wasn’t in much of a position to respond, being charmed as she was, although her face was still totally red from embarrassment. The gumiho continued her shameless actions, squishing her breasts together, tweaking her nipples, hefting them and just generally groping her in ways that made the Crownguard's face burn with embarrassment.

After a minute of unabashed feeling around, Ahri let back. “Alright, now for some real fun,” she said. She leaned back to rest of her head on the pillow and spread her arms to her sides. “On top of me, my dear.”

So Lux did so, her mind still churning with anger. She now took her place straddling the voluptuous succubus herself and patiently waited for her next order.

Ahri smiled. “Put your hands on my boobs.”

So Lux did so, placing her hands on either side of her smooth flanks.

“Squish them a little.”

So Lux did so, compressing Ahri’s giant mounds into a space two-thirds of their normal width and oscillating a little. Squash and release. Squash and release.

The young woman shivered. “You could do really well as a masseuse too, Crownguard. Being totally serious.”

Lux tried to speak, tried to utter a furious retort, but only succeeded in making her lips twitch a little. It seemed the spell was already weakening. That was a good sign.

“Okay, enough.” The blonde’s hands fell to her side. Ahri smirked. “I think I’m a little tired of this bikini. What do you think, Lux? Want to see me grow large enough to burst it right off?”

“No,” her lips answered for her.

She just laughed. “Oh, silly me. You’re charmed, so it doesn’t matter.” She shut her eyes and sunk into the pillow as she relaxed. “Hands on my breasts again, Lux.”

The youngest Crownguard did as she was told, instead placing her palms now closer to the tips of Ahri’s light pink nipples. The gumiho trembled at her touch, as if afraid of what was to happen next.

“Here we go…”

The fox girl’s massive breasts began to fatten further still under Lux’s non-consensual touch. The girl could feel the curves shift under her palms, Ahri’s perfect alabaster skin remaining immaculate no matter how much it was stretched. The tortured bikini began to tighten once again, the straps now carving a valley half an inch deep into her swelling mams as they continued to test its strength.

Ahri gave a contented moan. “Describe it to me, Lux,” she requested. “Tell me all about my wonderful boobs. Be truthful.”

“They are amazing,” Lux began autonomously after just a moment’s hesitation. The statement might have sounded much more genuine if it wasn’t for its flat delivery. “They’re just so large. They’re as big as your head now, easily, and still growing, but at the same time they don’t deform from gravity under their own weight and remain almost perfectly spherical. They feel smoother than the finest polished marble a thaumaturge’s stoneworks could offer but are a hundred times softer. Any women in the League would want them, let alone the world at large.”

“Mmm…” Ahri giggled. “At ‘large’. Clever. Go on. Tell me about the way they’re growing.”

Lux froze for several seconds as she fought her programming yet again with considerable success, only deciding against breaking it outright when she realised Ahri might notice. “They continue to vault against my hands, the pressure mounting if I keep them steady and let your breasts press against them. They’re maybe four or five times as large as when you first met me in the garden and they continue to swell… bigger… larger… grander… greater… more and more and more…”

“And my top?”

She took a breath. “The bikini is on its last legs. The straps are incredibly tight and about to break as we speak. The fabric is now significantly tented by your growing nipples and is barely able to cover them now, exposing almost all of your areolae as it is. It will burst off any moment.”

Ahri giggled again. “It’s so funny using your vocabulary this way.” She paused. “I’ll treat you a bit for your efforts,” she allowed. “You can just watch as my boobs outgrow this silly little garment.”

So Lux did so.

Now considerably larger than her head, the gumiho’s breasts continued their ominous swelling with increasing impetus, bulging almost painfully around the overtaxed straps and fabric as the clothing stubbornly refused to give way. Ahri had a giddy smile on her face despite not being able to see the action herself, sensing the end was near.
Lux tested the charm’s hold on her, commanding her arm to lift while Ahri couldn’t see it. With a small effort, the limb did so, betraying the charm’s miniscule remaining power on her. She’d spring a trap for her as soon as she needed to. But for now, she wanted to watch.

Her breasts had pumped themselves up to equal double the size of her head each, and the bikini started to crackle and the straps started to fray from the sheer pressure of tit flesh flaring outwards from underneath it in all directions. Ahri gave an outright lustful moan as she arched her back, bringing the final death throes of the bikini to a crescendo as the pops of seams echoed through the air. Lux gazed intently as the clothing finally began to tremble. With a mighty crack worthy of a cat-o-nine-tails, the horrendously overstuffed garment exploded off its owner at last, smacking into the ceiling with a wet slap.

Ahri grinned widely as her gigantic breasts flopped around wildly from the sudden loss of restraint, slowly coming to a stop several seconds later. Big would have been an insult. Huge would have been an understatement. Even massive would be debatable. At three times the volume of her head each they defied all known laws of nature to settle at near-perfect spheres atop her sweating body, unable to be encircled by her arms unless she squashed them with an effort. Her nipples stood straight and stiff despite the warm temperature of the bedroom. For several moments, she could only take several deep breaths and feel her breasts weigh down on her chest as Lux watched impassively. Then, she finally called a halt to their growth, ending their inexorable trek outwards at last.

Ahri opened her eyes to glance back at Lux, grin still etched on her face. “I think that’s big enough for now. Wasn’t that just wonderful, Lux? Oh, I could do that every day of my life and it would never get boring.” She sunk back into the pillow, smiling dreamily.

“How big can you get?” Lux asked.

She shook her head in mirth. “I’ve never actually tried, you know. I can’t help but feel that doing it will just spoil me every later time I do it since I’ll know I-“ She blinked. “Wait. You’re not supposed to talk.”

At once, the youngest member of the Crownguards sprang into action. To her credit, Ahri was already moving to shove her off, and being the stronger girl she probably would have succeeded… but the weight of the veritable boulders on her torso prevented her from making any sudden movements. Lux planted both her knees painfully on Ahri’s upper arms and pushed her head down into the pillow with her hands, pinning her in place with no chance of escape.

Lux leaned in close to her victim’s furry ears. “You’re going to pay for that,” she hissed.

“Let… me… go!” the fox girl demanded, struggling.

“Not until I’ve had my way with you.”

“And how are you going to do that?” Ahri scoffed. “Charming me? Oh, right. You can’t.”

“When I said my family was rich and influential,” she explained without missing a beat, “I wasn’t joking. You leave this room, I will instantly have you marked as a criminal for attempted seduction and assault of a high-profile member of the royal guard family. You won’t even make it to the inner city walls before you get swarmed by our elite soldiers – and everyone knows you can’t fight groups to save your life. Literally.”

Ahri’s eyes widened. “You wouldn’t.”

“I would.”

“But that’s a ridiculous amount of force for a small crime!”

“You calling my bluff?” she asked with a dangerous glint.

The older girl remained in humiliated silence, unable to think of a witty answer.

“Good,” Lux growled. “Now do as I say and I’ll let you leave with your crime record still clean.” She paused. “And don’t worry, I’ll try to make this nice for you. The first thing I want you to do is grow bigger.”

The gumiho frowned in confusion. “What?”

“You heard me.” Lux retreated back a little and let Ahri move her arms and head, pulling her swimsuit back up to cover her chest again. “Let me see you pump those things up.”

The fox girl had no idea where she was going with this, but shrugged nonetheless. “Okay, then.” So her breasts started to grow once again.

“Faster,” was the immediate next order.

Frowning, Ahri did so, willing her breasts to creep outwards with more speed. With no clothing to restrain them, they swelled undaunted in every direction.

“Faster,” Lux said again, forming a slightly irate expression on her face as if she was contemplating the answer to a complex problem.

Ahri’s brow furrowed. “Faster?”

“Just do it.”

The fox girl, now far past the point of submission, gulped. “… okay.” And so her mighty breasts swelled faster still.

With no clothing to restrain them, it was much harder to truly gauge their growth, only made worse by their monstrous size diluting the effect of the fox girl’s magic. A reasonable approximation could have been made with a pair of balloons blowing up on Ahri’s chest, albeit a pair of balloons far more weighty than air could possibly ever be. The gumiho’s golden gaze flickered from boob to boob as they grew large enough to start obscuring most of her vision of the rest of the room as well, although she could still feel Lux’s weight pressing down on her hips.

In short order, her twin peaks surpassed four times the volume of her head and were growing faster than Ahri had ever dared to make them grow before. She glanced nervously up at her breasts as they grew, their weight now starting to become a problem as they slightly opposed her attempts to simply breathe. She swallowed again as she tentatively reached up with a hand and stroked the soft flesh of her sideboob. She shivered with mild pleasure, but underneath it all there was an undercurrent of fear.

While part of her still found this unquestionably erotic, her other more logical part was now starting to yell ‘too big’.

“Lux,” she asked quietly, “what are you trying to do with this?”

“You’ll find out soon, won’t you?”

Ahri huffed in irritation. “If you’re planning on making me stick myself here because of their own weight, it won’t work. They go down after a while.”

“We’ll see,” Lux said smoothly. “Keep ‘em growing.”

The gumiho’s chest was now starting to defy head-based size charts and could be more accurately surmised as a pair of small bean bags lying on her torso – at least in volume. No bean bag could ever maintain their shape as well as the pair of knockers currently lying on the young woman’s chest. Her areolae were as large as saucers and her nipples were thick as a pair of corks – and erect enough to probably be just as stiff.

It was at this point that Ahri frowned. Something felt off to her. Ignoring Lux’s mass on her lower torso, she ran a hand over one of her massive boobs, analysing the sensations she got from it. She shuddered as the action sent tickles through her body, the skin remaining quite sensitive to touch in spite of their greater surface area, but that soon belied another, somewhat more worrying sensation…

… tightness.

It was a very subtle feeling at first, her skin in places twinging where it was struggling to stretch further. But as her breasts surpassed her entire upper body in size each, the sensation morphed into a sense of fullness that Ahri might associate with trying to force too much air into her cheeks.

Was that what Lux was after? Trying to burst her? The thought brought a pale sheen to the gumiho’s skin.

Briefly weighing spending her life in a Demacian prison versus growing just a little bit larger, Ahri’s bosom continued to grow, their tremendous weight finally able to overcome their impossible firmness and starting to slightly sag down over her sides, relieving some of the pressure on her lungs. But still they swelled. They were large enough by this point that even at the rate she continued to forcibly enlarge them, the change in curvature was barely noticeable to the naked eye, although Ahri could certainly feel her endowments growing as her skin started to get uncomfortably tight all around, its strength beginning to be tested much as her bikini cloth had been earlier.

Perhaps three feet across each by now, Lux had to actually shift herself back onto Ahri’s legs to avoid eating a faceful of boob. The blonde smirked. “Enjoying being the bustiest woman on the continent yet, Ahri?”

A twang of pain in her right boob caused Ahri to wince and finally persuaded her that enough was enough. With a thought, their swelling slowed to a stop, eliciting an annoyed, “Hey!” from Lux. “They’re… getting a bit tight. I think we should stop here.”

“Oh, we should.” Lux pushed her boobs apart to reveal her irritated face. “But that’s exactly what we’re not going to do. Start growing again. Now.”

“I’m not going to be killing myself by boobie explosion, Crownguard,” the gumiho snapped.

“You won’t be. You going to follow my order or not?”

The warning tone Lux’s voice had taken made the young woman pause, frowning.

“Is that a no?” the blonde prompted, slowly breaking into a creepy smile.

Feeling all her remaining confidence melt away under the threat of incarceration and the fear of the cunning Crownguard’s wrath, Ahri restarted her growth.

Her vast and bulging breasts groaned and creaked audibly as Ahri’s magic forced them to swell to sizes that the magical fox-human hybrid’s body was never designed to handle. The young woman’s face was a mask of sweat as she laid her hands on her flanks, feeling the skin beneath it tightening like leather drying out in the sun. Pressing her arms inwards, her immense knockers now put up much more resistance and the action sent more twinges of pain ricocheting through the top of her boobs as the skin on it drew tighter. Her nipples, once standing completely upright, were now puffy and swollen, the skin over it drawing tight in an effort to contain the massive volume of meat being stuffed into it.

“Lux, I don’t want to get bigger,” Ahri said desperately.

She felt a finger jab into her stomach, making her wince. “Funny. I don’t think you would care if I said that either.”

As her poor boobs began to tighten enough to begin to become spherical again in spite of gravity, the gumiho took a deep breath…. and stopped her growth.

“I’m not doing this any more,” she said with a tremor to her voice.

Lux was silent for just a moment, and Ahri braced herself for an angry insistence to keep going. Instead, she was surprised when she merely uttered: “That’s fine, you won’t need to make yourself bigger now.”

That one she hadn’t expected. “Huh?” said Ahri. “So… I can go now?”

“Whoa, there, foxy.” Lux shoved her massive tits apart again to reveal a face-splitting grin. “I said you wouldn’t need to make yourself bigger.”

The gumiho frowned. “What do you me-“

Lux pressed her hands into the side of Ahri’s boobs and concentrated.

The former fox gave a jolt of horror as she felt a sudden flow of foreign magic enter her body and her massive mammaries began to fatten once again, this time without her consent. “Wha… what are you doing?!”

“What do you think I was doing this whole time?” Lux said as if it was the most obvious thing in the world. “I was trying to figure out how your spell worked.”

Ahri gasped at the shocks of pain running through her system as her boobs creaked and groaned with their increasing size. “B-but… that’s my special…”

“Your magic is ridiculously basic in its structure.” The light mage pulled her hands away, with Ahri’s boobs ceasing their short growth session. “Not hard to reverse-engineer. Did the same with Morgana and her bindings.” Lux stood on the bed, leaning over to rest her head on her arms and her arms on the shelf made by Ahri’s gigantic tits, ignoring the fox girl’s winces as it put pressure on her tortured skin.

“So… can I… go now?” the gumiho asked between pained whimpers.

Lux grinned. “Nope.” And she forced magic into Ahri’s overstuffed breasts yet again.

Ahri barely managed to stifle a scream as her prized boobs started to swell for the fourth time that evening, internal squeals of tension and pressure building up within them. “Lux! Please! You said you wouldn’t pop me!”

“I said you wouldn’t pop yourself,” the blonde corrected. “Didn’t say anything about me.”

The gumiho’s mouth hung open in a silent expression of terror and agony and she rocked around as her boobs let loose a rumble that might well have been their swan song. Through the surface of her arms, Lux could feel the vast reservoir of unattuned magic within Ahri’s boobs struggling to escape their miserly confines – if her skin failed, her boobs would probably turn into a pair of fleshy magical bombs. The thought brought a chuckle to the normally amicable blonde’s lips.

As Ahri’s unimaginably overbloated knockers approached four feet in diameter each and were only a few precious degrees away from attaining a perfect spherical shape showing the peak of her capacity, Lux had to struggle to force any more magic into them. Were she as strong as someone like Janna, she could have exploded those reservoirs long ago.

But she was strong enough. Ominously, her breasts creaked as they finally attained as spherical as shape as they could get, pushing each other aside as their size precluded each being able to squash the other.

This was it. The moment of truth.

Bigger… bigger… more… and more…

Ahri’s skin, tight as an overstretched drumskin and sporting a thick mass of veins where they had been crushed into the surface, crackled from strain.

Pressure… growing… building…

Her nipples had flattened completely, dark purple from the internal pressure. Magic was too primal to escape via mere milk ducts.

Too… much...! Too… big…!

Ahri remained as still as a corpse on the bed, eyes glued shut as if she was afraid that the slightest movement would trigger her imminent demise. Braving a look, she cracked open one eye to see the two expansive globes of her own breasts towering above her, trembling with pressure as Lux continued to fill her with magic she couldn’t hold.

The creaking, groaning and squeaking slowly faded away, leaving the room in dead silence.

Lux pushed in just the last tiniest spark of magic.

Her boobs pulsed violently.

Ahri shut her eyes.

BOOM!

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Realising that she had still maintained motor and sensory functions after several seconds and feeling that Lux’s influx of magic had come to a halt, Ahri slid open an eye by just the tiniest fraction. There her breasts were, still fully intact, albeit quivering as they balanced precariously on a knife’s edge of catastrophic failure.

Lux stood up from where she sat on Ahri’s lower torso, giving the gumiho a smirk. “What? You didn’t think I’d actually blow you to pieces, did you?”

BOOM!

The sound of fireworks rang out through the air from outside.

Taking a shuddering breath, Ahri swallowed and said, “Can… can I go now?”

Lux smirked. “Yes. Thanks for the gift you gave me. I’m sure I can put it to great use.”

BOOM!

And with that, the Crownguard prodigy stepped off the bed, careful not to accidentally detonate the two corpulent pressure bombs lying on top of it, and gave a triumphant chuckle as she crossed over to the door and left the room, shutting the door behind her.
Sweat thoroughly soaking the fabric of the bed, Ahri raised a trembling arm to wipe her forehead as she remained as still as she could everywhere else, terrified of provoking her unstable breasts and triggering her own explosive demise. “G-guess I… have to… wait for these to go down…”

And yet, despite her situation, somewhere in the dark recesses of her mind the tiny little voice that was her lustful half was cheering and whooping with joy.

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Quinn chuckled at the sight of Jax and Fiora somehow managing to engage one another in a ferocious staring contest. How exactly that could work when Jax had no visible eyes to blink with was something the ranger decided not to tackle. They were the two most arrogant people on the continent and probably didn’t have to make sense of something to try and beat the other over it. She idly wondered what a cooking contest between them would look like.

She averted her gaze and stared up at the beautiful fireworks above while sipping her wine. She’d been expecting Lux to have been sitting around this area – the Wing of Demacia knew the girl hated swimsuit parties no matter how often she’d been to one. She suspected it had to do with her occasional confessions of inferiority regarding her body type, but Quinn had wisely chosen not to pry too much there. Lux when she was angered could surpass Nocturne for the stuff of nightmares. The ranger sat there admiring the pretty pyrotechnics for a few minutes before looking back at the crowd and searching for the blonde again for the third time in ten minutes.

Oh, there she was.

Quinn only had to look at Lux for a few seconds before she realised something odd. The young blonde was practically bouncing between the partygoers in the distance, showing far too much energy for someone normally so lethargic. The scout shook her head, smiling wryly. “Must be quite drunk,” she concluded. She’d thought Lux didn’t normally like wine either, but alas.

Yet, as she stood up from the bench and made to go and meet her, something else became more apparent. Quinn just wasn’t quite sure what it was, but something seemed… off about Lux’s appearance. As she got a bit closer, the girl disappeared into the crowd surrounding the buffet tables and left her vision.

“Lux?” she called as soon as she had weaved herself into the throng, although the cry was drowned out by the chatter of the surrounding people. “Hey, Lux!”

Politely excusing herself several times as she made her way through the hubbub, Quinn finally spotted her again. The girl’s back was turned as she stood leaning over the buffet table, apparently inspecting the food available to her.

The ranger smirked as she reached a hand out and patted Lux on the shoulder. “What’s up, Lux?”

Lux turned around, and Quinn’s jaw dropped.

Stuffed into the Crownguard’s dark blue swimming suit were the largest pair of breasts Quinn had ever seen. They were so large that they pulled the holes meant for her arms wide open into a distorted oval shape and still had enough volume left to bulge slightly over the gap at her neckline, creating a crazy amount of cleavage that intruded considerably into the air below her chin. The rest of her suit had creased itself trying to stretch over the giant fleshy globes, pulling tight as a bowstring. They looked large enough to rival Lux’s own head for bulk, even compressed!

“Hi, Quinn!” Lux greeted happily.

Staying silent for several moments, the ranger just about managed to tear her gaze away from the spectacle below to gawk at the blonde’s smiling face. “What on earth happened to you?”

The youngest Crownguard gave a lighthearted chuckle. “What, these?” she asked, putting a hand under one boob and giving it a large heft. “They’re a gift from Ahri.”